Sorry it has been awhile since I last updated. Things have been pretty crazy in my life. I got a new job and midterms hit all at the same time... Which just means I spent a great amount of time praying to Merlin that I would survive. Here is a short chapter for you to read. The next chapter will also be rather short, but it will be posted either today or tomorrow. These chapters are really just transitional and will help you to understand where the story is going next. So be patient with me, please.

Disclaimer: These lovely characters and the world they live in was given to us by the Queen, also known as JK Rowling. I merely move them around and play house for my own entertainment.

Lily woke to a gentle warm pressure on her forehead. She kept her eyes closed, memorizing the feeling.

"I love you, goodbye," whispered a tender voice.

The comforting warmth left and Lily opened her eyes in time to see James Potter shuffling out of the back of his raven black hair shifting as he stared at the ground.

"James?" She thought.

Lily looked around and realized she was in the hospital wing. The sun was setting and bits of orange and red fluttered through the windows, settling onto the stone floor. Lily tried to process the last couple of hours. She had been eating in the Great Hall when a group of girls ran out giggling about James being in a duel with some oily Slytherin.

Lily's heart immediately sank. She ran out of the room, leaving her bag behind and following the gaggle of girls. The duel wasn't hard to find.

"Oppugno," James hurled pieces of armor towards shape.

"Impedimenta," Snape yelled

The pieces of armor had stopped mid-air and tumbled to the ground.

"Defending mudbloods part of your routine now? I thought you were the one to bully others, Potter," Snape hissed.

Lily pushed a second year student out of the way and hurled herself forward.

"Sectumsempra," James cursed.

"Stop," Lily cried as Snape jumped to the side and sharp blades cut through the front of her robes. Her head hit the ground and a warm blackness spread over her as a voice screamed her name in the distance.

"James", she thought again.

Lily sighed. Madam Pomfrey came rushing over.

"Ms. Evan, you're awake. That's good to see. You gave Mr. Potter quite the scare. Well now darling, don't you fret. Your injuries have been mended and no serious harm was done. Why don't you go to sleep and in the morning we'll see how your feeling," She instructed while turning away, "I'd have better go tell Minerva that you're awake. She'll want to let Dumbledore know, of course."

Lily closed her eyes. She was quite tired. She had been tired for the last year or so. It had been harder to carry on. Perfect Lily Evans. Straight A's. Six page essays for a three page maximum, usually turned in a week before the deadline. Her image was beginning to weight on her. At first she had been determined to prove herself, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. The one person she wanted to impress, the one person she never thought she would have to, didn't accept her anymore. It had been a long year without her best friend. She had other friends,of course. But none that understood her like Sev did.

When her parents had passed away, she had desperately wished that she had had Sev to help pass the time. Christmas had never been so cold. But as things stood, she was alone. The year had progressed painfully slowly. Each day had been harder than the last. She was starting to have a difficult time paying attention in classes. Her focus was almost non existent. She had been sleeping more. Sometimes she slept more than fifteen hours in a day. Though it never seemed to be enough.

As the darkness began to creep over the red of the sun, Lily thought of James.

"I love you, goodbye." Whispered through her head.

James loved Lily. And that had been the only constant throughout the last six years of her life. She wondered, slightly, what he had meant by goodbye. But she was sure that he merely meant that he had had to leave. She fell asleep comforted by the fact that James, no matter how idiotic he may be, would always be the one constant in her life.

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